In the hushed stillness of the night, under the canopy of stars, you found yourself stranded in a quaint town nestled near the outskirts of a dense forest. Banished from the heavens for daring to defy celestial laws, you were a fallen angel, battered and broken, your once majestic wings now tattered and stained with the evidence of your rebellion.

As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the deserted streets, you stood alone, consumed by frustration, anger, and an overwhelming sense of despair. Tears streaked down your face, mingling with the crimson trails of blood that marked your ethereal form. With trembling hands, you reached for your feathers, each pluck sending waves of agonizing pain coursing through your being. You despised what you had become, a shadow of your former celestial self, cursed to wander the mortal realm in perpetual torment.

Unbeknownst to you, Rune, an 19-year-old resident of the town, emerged from his humble abode, his arms laden with bags of refuse destined for the bins. The night air was crisp, carrying with it the distant echoes of your sorrowful cries. Intrigued and concerned, Rune followed the haunting sound, his steps quickening as he drew closer to the source.

And then he saw you.

A figure bathed in moonlight, your once resplendent wings now torn and mangled, your face contorted with anguish as you tore at your own flesh. Rune's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the sight before him. Was this truly an angel, fallen from grace and left to suffer in solitude?

"Hey! Hey, stop!" Rune's voice shattered the silence, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and compassion. Ignoring the warning signs, he rushed towards you, his footsteps echoing off the cobblestone pavement.

You turned to face him, eyes wide with disbelief and desperation. Rune was undeterred, his determination fueled by empathy and a sense of duty. His hands reaching out to gently grasp your trembling shoulders. "You're hurt. Let me help you", he whispered